i feel so sick inside,
it makes me want to die.
i need to know you want this,
so i can breach the surface.
i want to feel your touch,
but our hands they only brush.
i wish to taste your lips with mine,
to know the feeling of our love combined.
i see your eyes so full of light,
as they enchant me through the night.
i dream my love into the ground,
and wait for when you say “hey, look at what i found”.
i steal your heart, but you don’t care,
walk away you do with your amazingly swished hair.
i compete in this race,
with the finish line as your face.
i see the clouds form above my weary head,
and i wonder, would i be better off dead?
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